#house of dragons

[delusionalwritingsofagay]

All through the Night

Pairing : Aemond Targaryen x Chronically ill Male reader Tags : Comfort, Targcest, soft Aemond Targaryen, undefined relationship, Smut, thigh fucking word Count : 1762

The flickering candlelight danced across the stone walls of (Insert Name) Targaryen’s chambers, casting shadows that swayed like ghosts in the night. The distant sounds of the Red Keep faded into a soft murmur, a lullaby of whispers and footsteps, as Aemond lay in bed with his beloved brother, (Insert Name).

The warm, cocooning blankets wrapped around them like a protective embrace, offering solace against the chill that often lingered in the air. (Insert Name), with his head nestled comfortably against Aemond's shoulder, breathed softly—each inhalation a reminder of the fragility of life and the constant strife surrounding them. It had always been this way. (Insert Name) had been born into a world already steeped in darkness, and his body was not made for an easy life.

As Aemond gently stroked his brother’s spine, a soothing rhythm that seemed to calm his shallow breaths, his heart swelled with love and sorrow. From the day of (Insert Name)’s birth, Aemond had believed that the gods had destined him to be his in every way.

(Insert Name) had always been fragile, his body prone to illness, which often left him confined to his chambers far too frequently. The whispers of the court spoke of his frailty, of how he seemed to flicker like the very candlelight that danced around them��a flame that could be snuffed out with the slightest breath.

His brother had beaten the odds; the maesters had believed that he would not survive infancy and that he would perish before reaching his second name day. Yet he had endured.

Aemond cherished the way (Insert Name) would smile—a soft curve of lips that made his chest ache with affection. The flickering candlelight danced across the stone walls of (Insert Name) Targaryen’s chambers, casting shadows that swayed like ghosts in the night. The distant sounds of the Red Keep faded into a soft murmur, a lullaby of whispers and footsteps, as Aemond lay in bed with his beloved brother, (Insert Name).

The warm, cocooning blankets wrapped around them like a protective embrace, offering solace against the chill that often lingered in the air. (Insert Name), with his head nestled comfortably against Aemond's shoulder, breathed softly—each inhalation a reminder of the fragility of life and the constant strife surrounding them. It had always been this way. (Insert Name) had been born into a world already steeped in darkness, and his body was not made for an easy life.

As Aemond gently stroked his brother’s spine, a soothing rhythm that seemed to calm his shallow breaths, his heart swelled with love and sorrow. From the day of (Insert Name)’s birth, Aemond had believed that the gods had destined him to be his in every way.

(Insert Name) had always been fragile, his body prone to illness, which often left him confined to his chambers far too frequently. The whispers of the court spoke of his frailty, of how he seemed to flicker like the very candlelight that danced around them—a flame that could be snuffed out with the slightest breath.

His brother had beaten the odds; the maesters had believed that he would not survive infancy and that he would perish before reaching his second name day. Yet he had endured.

Aemond cherished the way (Insert Name) would smile—a soft curve of lips that made his chest ache with affection.

Aemond leaned down, gently placing his lips against (Insert Name) ’s cool forehead. A small smile tugged at (Insert Name)’s lips even in his sleep, and Aemond couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

He lost himself in the tenderness of the moment, Aemond couldn't ignore the way his body reacted to the closeness, the intimacy of their embrace. The way his cock strained against the confines of his breeches. He shifted slightly, trying to ease the pressure, but it was a futile effort.

Aemond's gaze flickered to (Insert Name)'s face, studying the planes and angles of his features in the flickering candlelight. He knew that his brother was aware of his arousal, and could feel the hard length of him pressing against his thigh. But (Insert Name)  remained silent, his eyes closed, his expression serene.

Aemond's heart clenched with a sudden, painful tenderness. He knew that (Insert Name)  was too ill, too weak to engage in any sort of physical intimacy. The thought of subjecting his brother to such exertion, of potentially causing him harm, was unthinkable.

And yet, the desire that coursed through Aemond's veins was not so easily dismissed. It was a hunger that gnawed at him, a need that threatened to consume him whole.

"(Insert Name)  ... " Aemond breathed, his voice rough with emotion. " You know that I would do anything for you, do you not ?"

His hand slid down (Insert Name)'s side, his fingertips brushing lightly over the curve of his hip. The touch was feather-light, barely there, but it sent a shiver through Aemond.

(Insert Name) let out a soft sigh, his eyes fluttering open just a fraction, revealing a mix of guilt and frustration swirling within them. The longing for Aemond weighed heavily on him, a desire for the passionate Coupling they both craved yet could not have"I'm sorry, I can't do anything," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

His hand slid down Aemonds chest and grazed the older prince’s covered cock that was straining against his breeches that were slightly damp with pre-cum " I can't do as we wish but perhaps there is a way to do something to aid you without hurting or worsening myself" he whispered.

Aemond's breath hitched in his throat as he felt (Insert Name)'s hand graze his aching length, the slightest touch sending sparks of pleasure racing through his veins. He bit back a groan, his hips twitching involuntarily, seeking more of that delicious friction.

"Brother ... " Aemond breathed, his voice strained with desire. ", you don't have to apologize. I would never want you to do anything that might hurt you, that might worsen your condition."

But even as he spoke the words, Aemond couldn't deny the way his body yearned for more. The ache in his groin was a constant, insistent throb, a hunger that demanded to be sated.

Aemond felt a surge of heat rush through him. The thought of sliding his aching cock between (Insert Name)'s smooth, soft thighs, of finding release in that way, was almost too tempting to resist.

His gaze flickered to (Insert Name)'s thighs, the smooth expanse of skin visible beneath the hem of his long sleep tunic. "I could ... I could use your thighs. Let me slide myself between them, let me find my pleasure there, while you remain still and safe in my arms."

With gentle hands, Aemond helped (Insert Name) shift his position, arranging him so that he was lying on his side, his legs parted slightly. Aemond settled himself between (Insert Name)'s thighs, the heat of his body seeping into the cool skin of (Insert Name)'s legs.

Aemond's gaze lingered on the sight, drinking in every detail, from the delicate curve of (Insert Name)'s hips to the slender lines of his legs. Unable to resist, he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of (Insert Name)'s thigh, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin.

"Just like this," Aemond said softly, his voice low and husky. With trembling hands, Aemond reached for the laces of his breeches, tugging them loose with a sense of urgency. He shoved the fabric down his hips, freeing his aching cock from its confines. It sprang up, hard and heavy, the tip already glistening with pearly drops of pre-cum.

Aemond wrapped his hand around his shaft, giving it a slow, teasing stroke. He bit his lip, stifling a moan at the sensation, the way his flesh felt hot and heavy and eager in his palm.

Carefully, Aemond settled himself between (Insert Name)'s thighs, the head of his cock nestling against the warm, soft flesh. He groaned at the sensation, the pleasure already building within him. The sensation was exquisite, unlike anything he had ever experienced before. The soft, pliant flesh seemed to mould around him, cradling him in a way that was both soothing and intensely pleasurable.

"Gods, (Insert Name)," Aemond groaned, his hips rocking forward of their own accord. "You feel incredible. So soft, so perfect."

He began to move, his hips rocking in a slow, steady rhythm as he slid his length between (Insert Name)'s thighs. The friction was divine, the heat and pressure building with each thrust, each glide of his flesh against (Insert Name)'s skin.

Aemond's hand came up to grip (Insert Name)'s hip, holding him steady as he lost himself in the sensation. His head fell back, his eyes fluttering closed as he focused on the pleasure that was rapidly building within him.

"That's it, my love," Aemond panted, his voice rough with desire. "Let me find my pleasure in your thighs."

He picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more demanding. The wet, obscene sound of flesh against flesh filled the room, a lewd symphony that only served to heighten Aemond's arousal.

But even as he chased his pleasure, Aemond couldn't forget about (Insert Name). He leaned down and pressed his lips to his brother's thin shoulder.

Aemond's hips moved faster, his strokes becoming more urgent as the coil of tension in his belly wound tighter and tighter. He could feel the heat building at the base of his spine, the telltale signs of his impending release.

"(Insert Name).... I'm close," Aemond gasped, his voice strained with effort. "So close to spilling myself upon your beautiful skin."

With a final, desperate thrust, Aemond let go, his body shuddering with the force of his climax. He cried out (Insert Name)'s name, the sound echoing in the quiet of the chamber as he spent himself upon his brother's thigh, his seed marking (Insert Name)'s skin with the evidence of his passion.

Aemond's breath came in ragged gasps as he basked in the afterglow of his release, his body still trembling with the force of his climax. He pressed soft, lingering kisses to (Insert Name)'s neck, his cheeks.

Aemond knew that he had to be mindful of (Insert Name)'s fragile state. With a gentle sigh, he withdrew from between (Insert Name)'s thighs, his softening member slipping free with a wet sound.

"Rest now, my love," Aemond whispered, gathering (Insert Name) close and settling him against his chest. "I'll stay with you"

[iamyourdailydoseofbi]

THE HISTORY BOOK ON THE SHELF. ( HOTD x Reader )

AUTHOR NOTE! Thanks for all the love. <3 pairing: King Aegon ii Targaryen x Targaryen! Little Sister! Reader prompt: When the small council plans to marry off once again, you turn to your older brother for help. word count: 1, 000+ words

You were the youngest and third daughter of Alicent and Viserys. A few months younger than Helaena and Aegon's little shadow in your childhood. Your older brother at first hated it, the way you cling onto him and gawk at him with an innocent awe.

It was your ninth name day, your Father had not paid much attention to it, but your Mother had ordered a celebration for it. You had trailed after him, babbling about nonsense as he tried to lose you. It was at dinner that night that everything had boiled over. Instead of receiving gifts, you had taken to giving everyone a gift.

He had not expected anything. He hadn't been the most kind to you. But was surprised when you had gifted him an embroidered cloth with Sunfyre on it. It was not the best and some threads were loose, but you proudly had told him you learned embroidery for him. Seeing those big doe eyes of yours his opinion changed. He adored you. You were the only one in the family that did not care about his worsening reputation. You just...adored your big brother, flaws and all.

It was why it killed him on your eleventh name day you were shipped off to the Reach, married off to a Lord as old as your Grandsire. He was haunted by your wails, of the way you clung onto Helaena and Aemond, the two of them wailing as Ser Cole carried you off to the carriage.

His young sister, the only one in the family who truly cared, was sold off like a piece of cattle. Not even your cold Grandsire was able to protest the marriage as politically it was a good match and good enough reasoning for the small council to approve it. 

As years ticked by, you gave birth to two children, a stillborn daughter and a healthy son. Your husband kept you away in the Reach, so no one in your family had seen you since you were twelve and given birth to your only surviving son.

He remembered the look in your eyes, so void and almost dead. Of how you tried to stay positive. Saying, "Tis' not so bad. He mostly ignores me, except when he wishes to bed me. But even then tis' not so bad, he finishes quickly."

When he became King, he swiftly ordered you to return home, regardless of your husband's wishes. No one would take his baby sister away from him. Not whilst he was still alive and had the crown placed upon his head.

Watching you bounce your son on your lap, he attempts to pay some attention to the small council, but his eyes keep straying back to you. It was odd to think that you were now a Mother and all grown up. Snapping out of his little daze, he glances back at the small council, each member arguing intently. Furrowing his brows in confusion, Ser Criston slides a piece of parchment in front of him, an uncomfortable look on his face. Raising a brow at what he had just returned to, he glances at the parchment, reading the words quickly. 

Your cunt of a husband was dead, finally croaked in his sleep. There was no reason for you to go back to the Reach. You could stay here in King’s Landing once more. Softly smiling at the good news, he goes to speak up when Lord Lannister stands up from his chair, slamming his hands down on the table. His face red from anger, his eyes wild like an untamable beast, and voice booming loud enough that it would make a dragon’s roar put to shame.

“To speak of the Princess in such a manner is dishonorable, I will see to it personally that your tongue is removed, Lord Wydle.��� 

“The girl is of age, she has proven she can bear heirs, healthy heirs. To not give her hand to another Lord would be foolish.” 

“We need allies, the common folk are starving and soon the coin will run out. Surely as Master of Coin you can see reason, Lord Lannister.”

“Your grace, please, listen to reason we should⎯”

It takes a moment to realize what they had been discussing so intently. Then it clicks, they were speaking of having you remarry. 

"What?" He whispers, his voice shaky and full of disbelief.

"No, Aegon, please don't make me do this again. Please." You whisper, tears building up in your eyes.

"It would be best to have your sister marry someone⎯"

"Think of the war, your grace⎯"

Seeing the tears building up in your eyes, it reminded him of all those years ago when you were whisked away to the Reach. Struggling to speak up and dismiss their suggestions, you kneel in front of his chair, gripping onto breeches as you beg and plead for clemency to their plans. Your son starts to wail on the other side of his chair, making motions with his hands to be picked up. 

Feeling his heart break a little at the sight, he shifts his gaze from you then your wailing son then back to the small council. Everything is hectic and he doesn’t know who or what to focus his attention on. Does he console you? Does he tend to your wailing son? Does he handle the small council? Struggling to find his voice, he just stays frozen in his chair. 

“Please, please, do not make me do this again, Aegon.” You beg, “I did what was asked of me before. Please do not ask this of me again.”

“We need allies, your grace. The Princess is still desired by many men, men who will look past her past marriage and son. Think of the kingdom⎯”

“Send treaties, then!”

“Please, Aegon. I ask as your sister, not a member of the Court. Please do not make me do this again. I do not wish to marry again. Please do not send me away again.” You beg, your voice cracking. 

Watching as the tears begin to fall from your eyes, he clenches his jaw tightly, anger boiling up at the sight of you. His precious little sister, the one person in all of the Realm that he truly cared for, was crying by his small council's hand. Slamming his hands down hard on the table, the room goes deadly silent, minus the soft sniffles of you and your son. 

“There will be no marrying off my sister! If you wish for such alliances as much as you claim, do offer your daughters instead, for I will not be doing the same to my sister nor my daughter.” 

“Your grace, if you would just⎯”

“I am King, no?” He snaps back, “There will be no questioning of my decision. The matter is settled.”

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@fragileheartbeats

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[shuichiakainx]

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[scentedmiracleobject]

Aemond learns that Daemon sent assassins after him

Aemond in the brothel:

[mairoon]

[mysticalcatpeanut]

Just wanted to point out, Arrax (Lucerys' dragon) is also son of Syrax (Rhaenyra's dragon)... so both mothers are mourning in this scene

[i-am-traveling-the-multifandom]

*Alicent sobbing* Aegon: You have to learn to love yourself. Aemond: Agreed. Heleana: Don't you both hate yourself? Aegon: This is about mother. Aemond: Yeah, stay focused.

[camlovesjace]

GOOD BOY ! Jacaerys Velaryon

summary: Aenna, the firstborn bastard of Daemon, was the heir´s weakness. And she knew damn well how to keep him wrapped on her fingers, in more than one way. warning: targcest (half-siblings), oral sex (male receiving), dom!fem x sub!male, praising, swearing, torture (? note: believe me mad but i got the feeling that jace is such a submissive baby sometimes, i just wanted to try and see how it goes.

Jace kept her eyes on her, on her demanding aura as she commanded the lords and the knights as Rhaenyra was gone. No one doubted Aenna -even if she was a recognized bastard of the king consort- and they obeyed her petitions.

Jace smirked, knowing what kinda effects she can have on male. He'd felt it on his own body, on his own moans. The seduction was a trick, he knew it, but he didn't mind to jump into her tentation.

As soon as they were alone again, in the empty room of the painted table, she sent the knights outside to lay her eyes on him. He had been quiet the whole meeting, letting her talk and command as she pleased. She moved her head and he stepped closer, then he leaned against the table, smiing.

"You know, you're a great leader" he says, and she smiles back. She looked so damn beautiful that he had to fight with the urge of take her in is arms and just kiss her, to devour her with his tongue.

"That doesn´t matter, you´ll be the king, not me" she say, but even when her voice was soft something inside him told him that she was challenging him. And he adores it.

"You could be queen" he whisper, looking at her. His heart was beating faster than ever before. Aenna smiled, her expression turned more feminine, more seductive.

"You're asking me to stole you throne?" she joked, Jacaerys laughed and smiled. She made him feel tiny, exposed, every single detail of her made him more self conscious.

"You knows what i mean" he says, she smirked and moved her hand on his chest, caressing the soft fabric of it.

"you've been a good boy today" she whispers, and her words made his lower stomach to burn, he couldn't ignore how a simple gesture of hers could make him feel like this. All needy for her.

Jacaerys smirked and moved his hand down her arm, her pale hand against his tanner one, his rough fingertips on the soft and squeezable flesh

"you let me talk, you let me do as i pleased on this meeting" she ended, he had respect her position on the council and heard her, showing her the respect she needed to be taken serious for the lords and knights.

"Is the least i can do, my princess" he whispers, but the words my queen almost rolled out of his tongue. Then she kneeled in front of him and he smiled widely, her hand on his belt as she undid it. His cock instantly get hard at the sight of her, her angelic face looking down at him, her lips wrapped around the tip of his cock so deliciously than he groaned loudly.

The feeling was familiar and warm, as her tongue moved around his length, he leaned against the painted table and caressed her hair, her amethyst eyes looking up at him as he gasped.

"Take all of it, babe, take it all" he moans, his lips parted and his breath coming out in soft gasps. the view of her, mouth filled with his cock, was even more tantalizing that the iron throne itself.

his peak came few moments after, then her hand gripped his balls as she moved her head, massaging his length with lips, making the tip of it to hit against her inner cheeks and throat. His thighs were trembling but when he was about to spill his seed into her mouth she put on herself on her feet.

few seconds after she was straddling him, jace sat on the painted table, hoping it could support their weight. Then he felt her hips moving down, sinking over his curved and beating cock. The feeling of her sweet and warm embrace made him moan loudly, his voice eclipsing her own sighs of pleasure, his hand moved to her hips.

"such a good boy for me, arent you? with your hard cock ready for my cunt" she whispers and he smiles, her vulgar words only made him gasp in pleasure, he nodded quickly.

"yeah...i´m your good boy" he gasped and she quicken her pace, making his cry out on her shoulder, his hand gripping her hips, helping her to go deeper, to take his whole cock into her pretty cunt, his peak was on the base of his length, his mouth looking for her nipples, used to being sucking on them while he comes undone..but they were covered by the dress and in the heat of the moment it frustrated him.

she gasped, her walls squeezing his hard trick cock, milking him. Jace clinged to her, his face buried on the crook of her neck, his cries almost ashamed him but the pleasure he was feeling was more than enough to make him forget about it quickly.

"can...gods, let me cum" he whispered, his voice shaky. she giggle and moved her hips slowly, prolonging their orgasms to make it least, jace sighs and bites her shoulder gently, his hand undoing some ties on her back to pull down her neckline and squeeze her breast, making the nipple to roll under his thumb "please, please...just let me cum, i´ll be a good boy"

she smiled

"a bit more" she whispers but the way his mouth sucked on her breast made clear he was losing his self control, she arched her back, causing her chest to be pressed against his face. she could feel the heat of his cock on her soaked walls, she rolled her hips, taking him deeper. His manhood touched that sweet spot inside her belly that made her squirm and she sighs

"please, Aenna...please, can i cum?" he begged against her tits, he pulled away enough to look at her in the eyes, pleading and she smiled "please, let me cum inside"

she giggle and nodded, smirking.

"do it, honey...fill my cunt with your cum, make me swollen with your heir" she whispers and he let go, those words ignating something primal on him, making him groan rusky and hold her tightly, his hands almost with a bruising grip on her hips. she felt his warm cum filling her up, and his hand moved gently to her lower belly, feeling the bulge of himself inside as she moved gently, riding his cock as the waves of heat washed over them.

he looked up at her, smiling.

"you want that?" he asked, he loved her deeply, there was no need to hide it anymore. he wanted her to be his own, his wife, his queen, the mother of his heirs; and he was sure that -if she became his in the god´s eyes- those heirs will be many as they could make "be swollen with my seed? let everyone know that you fucked your king so good that he impregnated you"

she smiled, her cunt squeezing his cock, milking all his seed, she quickly nodded.

"yes, make me your queen, and i´ll make sure everyone to know how good i fuck my king" she whispers, making his smile to get wider.

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[fakescenariosbeforesleepblog]

Have you had enough?

Targaryen reader x Aemond Targaryen x Aegon Targaryen.

Your husband and brother, Aemond, have been taking everything that belonged to Aegon. You're tired of it, the drop that spilled the glass was Aegon's incident. Your brother, the one who you actually love, badly injured, that was the end of your patience.

Warning ⚠️: Credits of this images goes to whoever they belong to, I took them from the Tumblr blogs: bbygirl-aemond / Winterswake/ tarth. Grammatical and spelling errors, I haven't watched this chapter of HOTD yet, I just needed to take the idea out of my mind so I can continue with a new chapter of the story (By fire and heart).

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Everybody running and walking from one room to another, you didn't understand at first why all the scandal until you saw a group of guards carrying your brother.

Aegon and you were close, spending much time together which your mother clearly didn't see with good eyes, you loved him in the way you couldn't love your husband.

Aemond took you as a wife and treated you with respect but not love, he never loved you, he simply took you because both were single and your little brother was far away from home to save you from that terrible unhappy marriage, it was only you and him, when he heard about your little secret romance with Aegon, he made you his wife before you could dishonor yourself that was his argument, but the truth was he did it for the simple fact to not give Aegon the satisfaction to also be the owner of you, or your body, silly Aemond never thought what actually mattered it was your heart, Aegon was deep inside your heart. A thousand men could be between your legs but only one could have your heart, loyalty and devotion.

You walked behind the guards questioning what happened. None of them could answer you, once they're in the king's chambers, one of the masters asks you to not interfere and wait out of the room.

- My princess, please you have to wait and let us work. In your conditions the least you need is stress.

You're going to respond when you see Aemond walking inside, he doesn't even stop to see you, you're sure he didn't listen to what the master told you, he walks directly to Aegon's bed. You walk and stay behind him, your tears falling as soon as you see your beloved brother, his precious face now half burned as much as the rest of his body, you're sure Aemond was behind all that, you left the room looking for Ser Criston, you found him on the way to your mother's chambers.

- What happened?

- My princess, I don't know, everything was fast, I just saw the king and his dragon falling.

- Don't dare to lie to me. Did my husband have something to do with this?

He doesn't talk but silently nod at you. Your body is burning with rage, you're furious you would love to burn your husband alive. His thirst for... power? Revenge for the traumas of childhood? Whatever it was, has taken it too far. Your nephews death and now your brother fighting for his life, Rhaenyra claiming the throne, dealing with a war and the pain of her newborn and Lucerys deaths, the poor Helaena trying to accept her son's death too and now carrying with a husband who probably will end as your father ended, in that bed looking the days and nights go until the gods have mercy and let him die.

You've been avoiding Aemond since they arrived, you spent much of your time with Aegon, Helaena doesn't complain, she's okay with it, she always knew your feelings for her husband, she's glad you're taking care of him and occasionally visit the king's chambers to help you or at least to talk with you. Even your mother visited Aegon, but there were no signs of Aemond.

Until one evening, you were holding Aegon's hand, whispering something close enough to him hoping he somehow could listen to what you were sharing with him, when the doors of his room opened, you did not see him but you were sure it was Aemond for the sound of his boots on the floor, you know his way to walk by heart.

- Ao spend olvie jēda kesīr (you spend much time here)

- Se ao spend olvie jēda sitting va zȳhon dēmalion (And you spend much time sitting on his throne)

You don't Even look at him, you're still holding Aegon's hand, contemplating what once was his face.

- Perhaps my wife could support me as much as she's supporting our brother. Your devotion to him is admirable, but it's what I'm expecting you to give me, not to him.

- Why would I support you? All the atrocities you've been causing and you expect me to congratulate you, to love you?

- Are you accusing me of something, wife?

His jaw tensed, his eye looks at you full of anger.

- Don't pretend you're innocent, I know you. You always wanted to take Aegon's place. You always take what is not yours, tell me husband, have you had enough? What else do you want?

Before he can argue again, Aegon opens his eyes, with the few strength he still has, he squeezes your hand.

Aemond notices it and pushes you aside, he starts to talk with Aegon, asking him what he remembers, he insists it wasn't his dragon who attacked him. Aegon simply says he doesn't remember anything, but you know he's lying, Aegon always has been good to keep himself safe, his facility to preserve his own survival and right now his only chance to survive it was to pretend he did not remember what happened.

Aemond was not going to leave the discussion in the air. He left but you're sure he will be back to try to make you regret your accusations.

Just as you predicted, At the hour of the owl, he appeared in your chambers, you were awake, looking through your window, you know how much he hates your indifference against him.

- So, what else will you take from our brother this time?

You say without any worry. Aemond walks until he's right behind you, you can feel his jaw against your head.

- What he expected to claim too. You.

He whispered while placing his hands around your waist, you couldn't contain your laughing, Aemond confusion made it harder to keep. You laughed loudly on his face, you are now face to face with your husband, he has never seen that look, your eyes darkened and your smile was full of evil, giving him a small kiss on the lips, murmuring almost whispering.

- Oh Aemond, do you seriously think I was still a pure untouched little princess?

He stepped back, his face doesn't show any emotion but you can feel his blood boiling.

- I am pregnant.

- Liar. I made everything to be sure he would not put a finger on you.

- Ask the master, I'm waiting for my first child.

Seeing his body tensed and full of anger brings you a new kind of feeling, it's an addictive pleasure you didn't know could exist.

-You know what makes it funnier? Even if one day I have your child, he will be just like you.

- What do you mean?

- A Second son who will not inherit anything. Or even better you will never have a child with me because I will prefer to be burned alive before giving birth to your children.

He quickly takes you by the neck and slams you against the wall, pressing his body against yours, even with the lack of air in your lungs, the pleasure of seeing him frustrated makes you feel alive, excited. He released you and left the room without saying more.

Once you take some air, you smile to yourself, your husband and his poor try to keep you away from Aegon, expecting to have you all for himself, but not even your body belongs to Aemond, he never thought he would be so frustrated about such a little thing like that, not having your love or your respect was the last thing he thought he would care about, the last thing he would desire to have more than anything else.

[janovavalen]

one thing that is his .°୭̥ ❁ ˎˊ˗ aegon targaryen x velaryon!reader

summary: aegon never had anything in his life that was of his choice or fully his, but the heart of his niece y/n, is the only thing he can posses.

warnings: cursing, slight blood and scars mentioned, the word ‘bastards’ drinking (drunk aegon), regular targaryen incest (uncle and niece) eventual shortly written sexual intimacy, p in v, oral ( f received ), talk of pregnancy, fluff, a bit of angst.

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word count; 7k

in the pit of a dusted floor full of mulch, stands of fake bodies standing up and held as if they were components. sitting in the chairs above were y/n with her friend nora. her hands crossed over her lap as they played with each other.

‘what do you think will happen?’ her friend mumbled.

y/n didn’t want to watch her brothers train, but her friend thought it would be a way to get out of the house, possibly a way to watch y/n’s brothers from afar, y/n was swear of the crush her friend developed on her brothers.

‘not much..from what i’ve heard they’ve not made any improvements, aemond however?’ drifting off as she watched them swing their arms with the fake swords in hand, y/n didn’t want to admit but didn't completely oppose watching, more for her uncle, aegon.

his shoulder length curls blowing in the wind as he laughed and talked to her brother. watching as harwin spoke to her brother jacaerys before he was cut off by ser criston who looked stern, upset maybe, anger even.

y/n held no emotion to her face, straight and focused, her friend however, held a warm smile and her eyebrows lifted to show her attention was on them with admiration.

y/n didn’t fail to notice aegon who turned and looked up at her before turning back at her brother, harwin looking up at her as well as her dark brown hair blew in the wind. she didn’t notice until she blinked that he wore a smile.

‘i know you’ve never seen true battle, but when steelers drawn a fair match isn’t something anyone should expect.’ ser crision stated while walking to the side of jacaerys and aegon who were set to battle.

harwin said nothing but looked with his eyebrows frowned as cristion ignored his look of warning—‘blades up.’ he instructed, the boys doing as told.

aegon held some magical confidence in him making his blade higher than it was needed to be, he held eye contact with jacaerys who looked to his sister then ser criston and herwin before getting a grip on his sword—‘engage.’ he told them.

yelling before running forward, aegon charged at jacaerys who failed to keep up with the pressure and aggressive swinging that aegon pressed onto him, managing to get the sword from in front of jacaerys and pushing him to the ground with his open hand, laughing once jacaerys was on the ground and groaning in pain.

y/n grumbled a bit—‘fucking cheater..’ she mumbled her friend hearing her and biting back a laugh as y/n held her hands a but tighter. what she failed to say was how she found it somewhat attractive of how aegon was at least trying to impress someone, possibly her, and the chuckling that she heard from above.

getting up and dusting himself off; jacaerys standing up and running after aegon who was turned and walking away. suddenly a rip of a scream torn the silence, the sound of his feet running on the mulch. aegon who had confidence as he grinned at y/n was cut short, turning around to see the shorter boy running at him.

yelping as he swung his sword at aegon who tried to keep up with jacaerys’ fury swings, walking back as jacaerys pressed forward, held him back and stuck, his back hitting the dummy body as aegon went behind it and pushed it forward, hitting jacaerys.

seeing this harwin spoke, ‘foul play—‘

‘i’ll deal with it.’ criston cut him off, walking over to aegon as harwin spoke to jacaerys. speaking to jacaerys as criston spoke to aegon, y/n noticed his hand going under her brothers chin, y/n smiling a bit before letting it fall.

‘you!’ aegon yelled, embarrassment and the courage to make the wanted eyes of y/n pleased with him.

jacaerys turning aorund and pushing hawrin out of his way, hosing up his sword, swinging their sword against one another. criston telling what aegon to do and him doing exactly that—‘use you feet!’ he yelled, prompting aegon to kick jacaerys stomach making him fall back.

‘Gods…that can’t be right?’ y/n’s friend mumbled to her as y/n held a bit of distaste towards the situation in front of her—‘it probably is but, on the field there is no such thing as foul play…just fighting.’ she stated. y/n held her eyes on them.

‘don’t let him get up.’ criston told aegon who started to yell and attack at her brothers wooden sword that was held against the ground—‘hold the attack!’ he yelled.

hawrin finding it hard to engage as he watched with worry and anger for the boy on the floor, y/n even found herself holding the arms of her chair tighter, her interest peaked.

holding up the wooden sword to finish the hitting was cut when hawrin threw his body only aegon’s back, his hands gripping his arms and stopping him from using them any further—‘enough!’ he yelled.

throwing aegon to the side who yelled in anger—‘you dare lay your hands on me!’ he yelled with the disgusting thought of the fact he was touched by someone like hawrin—‘aegon!’ y/n yelled her face holding a sort of display of anger and upset.

aegon took a notice and felt a bit embarrassed, huffing and throwing his arm as if to wipe it clean. standing as she made her way down the boys y/n went to her brother who stood beside their brother and harwin.

‘are you alright?’ she asked him, her dark braided hair tied back, some free from the clips that held her braids up.

‘yeah, i’m fine’ he told her, her hand holding his chest what was hit to soon grab his arm that was struck, turning to look at aegon who looked at the two engaged, cringed at the fact she was touching him before turning in anger and leaving.

y/n scoffed, turning around to look at her brothers and harwin who watched her—‘i fail to see you standing and saying nothing helped’ y/n stressed as harwin stugger—‘i can’t say much now, and i won’t say much in battle when his time comes.’ he told her.

humming while she grabbed onto her brothers the four walked away, her friend going on the side of jacaerys who paid her no mind.

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‘it was so unfair mother you should’ve seen it! aegon kicked jacaerys and made him stay down as criston told him to’ y/n seethed as she sat across her mother who’d been holding her new baby brother joffrey.

‘aw, my sweet. i know you hate to see your brothers hurt but that is what battle is. men fighting with no rules and no one to tell them otherwise, you however, will be here, in your own birth bedding with your own babe someday’ she teased, y/n groaned while sitting back in her chair.

‘i do not wish to birth a babe, i wish to do whatever i want, free to mind’ rhaenyra smiled gently, getting the monkey she’s heard this conversation before. opening her mouth to speak before she were cut off by a guard—‘princess rhaenyra, ser herwin strong wishes to speak with you.’ he said.

y/n noticed as her mothers eyes opened a bit wider, sitting up in her chair as she cleared her throat—‘he may’ she told her. y/n turning to watch as hawrin walked in, his hands by his side.

‘princesses’ he said as rhaenyra smiled at him, y/n looking him up and down as he walked to her and placed his hand on her head—‘you’ve grown much, princess y/n.’ he told her as he smiled at her, y/n didn’t take too much to mind but nodded.

rhaenyra looking at the interaction and smiling at the two, their dark hair matching perfectly, y/n’s long and curly.

‘i must go, i have dresses to fit.’ y/n dismissed herself, her mother calling her over to give her a kiss and hug as y/n made her leave.

walking down the hallway with a guard behind her, she’d turned halls and found the room she’d be dressing in, opening the doors and gasping when seeing her uncle aegon—‘mother, i do not wish—‘

him stopping immediately as his bare chest was lifted from the blanket, his face dropped with fear and embarrassment, the women he thought was his mother wasn’t her at all, it was his bastard niece with her black and red dress, brown hair falling over her shoulders with the braid tucked back behind her head.

‘y/n…what are you—‘ he whispered trying to see why she was there but was cut when y/n spoke and turned to make her leave.

‘i apologize, i’ve entered the wrong room, goodbye—‘ y/n pressed while she went for the door.

‘wait!’ standing up as he made she to hold the blanket tighter before he revealed himself entirely to her and ruining his image to her, he gripped her arm, stopping her from leaving. she turned and stood straight, eyes focused on his but not without looking him up and down.

‘what is it?’ she muttered. her eyes are dark and soft. looking at him as he was lost for words—‘don’t go, please.’ he mumbled, his cheeks on fire from embarrassment.

he hated to admit he sort of found comfort in her presence, and him seeing she wasn’t his mother made it all better from what she’d previously done to him before leaving.

y/n looked over his face before noticing the bright red markings on his cheeks that seemed to trace one’s fingers. her mouth opening to say something about it only to see the slight tear in his eyes, frowning to herself.

‘okay…’ she told him, her chest rising with the necklace set upon her chest following her breathing. aegon didn’t fail to notice how she’d seemingly had been going through puberty, her face slimming and her body morphing into something more, mature.

‘you have grown, greatly so.’ he told her. y/n looked down and then back up—‘and you are naked’ she noted.

he looked down at his chest and mumbled a curse word before telling her to turn around with urgency in his voice, her doing just that.

a bit after he told her, he rushed to place his pants back on. cleaning his throat and fixing his pants.

‘are you decent?’ she asked, he muttered,‘yes, i am.’ when he told her, she turned around and looked him up and down, his chest still bare.

‘not as much but this will do’ she joked as he grinned.

‘what are you doing in here anyway?’ aegon wondered, pointed out. y/n shrugging as she began to walk around the room.

‘i was meant to fit into dresses for dinner later, but i guess the room was occupied.’ y/n told to him. he hummed and nodded dreading the fact he still had to attend that.

‘you should be getting ready too, aegon. the family would be angry to have to wait for you once more’ she jokes while looking at aegon who chuckled.

‘apologies that i have thing i’d rather do outside of the house, away from you all’ he grinned as she faked her shocked expression, jaw slightly open and eyes wide. he hated to admit that he liked this look on her, something other than the straightforward expression she gave everyone aside from her family.

‘i’m hurt’ she joked, holding her hand over her chest, he laughed and shrugged—‘i jest’ aegon smiled as she turned and walked.

‘i shouldn’t talk to you after you kicked my brother and cheated in the practice fight’ she revealed. aegon cringed at the thought of how he acted in front of her and tried to make a mends.

‘i was instructed to, told by ser criston…i wouldn’t have done it if he didn’t tell me i had to—‘

‘but you did…you have the free will to do as you please, almost.’ she added as aegon shook his head and tightened his lips.

‘i apologize for that. i will make it up to you, but you flowers? a dress?’ he asked, trying to make her forgive him in a way.

‘hm..how about a ring?’ she added, he lifted a eyebrow in curiosity before she smiled—‘nothing serious, but something beautiful.’ she told him,testing how much he meant his apology.

‘i will do as you ask’ his voice came out whispered, weak almost at her confidence but he was focused on doing as she asked. smiling at him she half her hands in one another.

‘will you be at dinner today?’ she asked, a part of her…all of her hoping he’d say yes.

‘i shall’ he told her with a tilted head and a smile as she hummed,’ i shall expect to see you then, on time, before me?’ she indicated as aegon went to speak but was cut when she walked and shut the door.

he grinned at the memory of her and looked around the room.

‘i must get ready…’ he muttered to himself before making a beeline to the door and calling maids, secretly planning on how he’d find a ring to her liking, even asking the maids what type of ring they’d like if they were asked.

‘a big one, very bright’ one said.

‘no small but meaningful, that’s what matters, yes?’ another added, she was about older.

‘something that matches my eyes’ one gushed as she combed out aegons hair. he listened to them speaking, the lasts one catching his attention.

‘hm..’ was all he replied with. e/c, what matched with e/c?

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as y/n stood on a small stool for her handmaid to dress her, tightening the corset around her waist so that she looked slim, she let out a breath once she heard—‘you are done my lady’. stepping off the stool as her mother came into the chambers with her own dress on and her brothers behind her and her step father; daemon.

‘are you ready, my sweet?’ she asked, smiling at the girl who nodded and murmured—‘yes mother.’

throughout the whole house, the maids and lords alike found it hard to not favor the young velaryon. she was kind, and mature for her age. she was straight forward and didn’t make any unnecessary comments about the dresses she wore or hair she had done, though; she thought them.

walking down the hall with her hands in front of her, interlinked. she and her family stepped foot into the room. a table set out with foods freshly cooked, some even still being brought out, drinks set on the table.

her grandfather and his wife, alicent looked at the family, her back straight and face stern—‘rhaenyra, glad to see you joined us.’ she stated. her mother nodding a bit.

y/n had noticed aegon, sitting front face and present as he looked at her, she held back a smile and sat down in her seat; close to him.

‘let us eat’ her grandfather spoke, his voice a bit withered but still clear. the bunch started as they ate their food, y/n getting smaller portions.

‘is that all you want?’ she heard aegon asked, him leaning into her side, his eyes stayed on her food as she shrugged.

‘i don’t have a big appetite right now, this will do. you have enough to feel a family on your plate’ she pointed with her fork at the large amount of food he had, he smiled and shrugged back—‘i have a large appetite, i’m a man who must eat’ he commented.

stabbing his fork in the steak—‘a man who must stuff his face’ she corrected as she slowly ate her meat. he chucked a bit before gulping down large amounts of wine, filling his cup once more making sure his father didn’t see.

the family spoke—‘so, i hear y/n will be betrothed.’ alicent mumbled as she looked at daemon and rhaenyra who looked at y/n, her paying no mind but paying her attention to her food.

‘yes..we have yet to see. no one is fitting to the standards—‘

‘nonsense, my boy, aegon. is perfect for the match—‘

‘no, is he betrothed to haelena…remember?’ she muttered to her husband who mumbled and nodded—‘oh, right. my boy aemond, is free for marriage’ he told rhaenyra who looked at the younger boy with a pudgy face then y/n who grumbled.

‘how about the kids take a trip elsewhere, and we speak on the matters in hand?’ rhaenyra commented. alicent already had her answer in mind which was a no, she didn’t want her son marring someone like her, a bastard.

‘yes, you we shall, kids go off’ daemon told them as he gave a look to y/n who nodded, a look of words that spoke through eyes.

then all getting up and walking off as the adults spoke, y/n stayed next to her brothers.

‘let’s go to the dragon pit, show something cool!’ lucerys jumped with excitement as y/n held his hand.

shaking her head in uninterested—‘i don’t want to—‘

‘oh don’t be a wuss, cole on, have a little fun’ aegon muttered to her as she looked him in the eyes. shaking her head she mumbled—‘alright fine…so be it.’

the bunch making their way down to the dark and cold room where they heard the chains rattling and moving along the ground. aegon standing next to y/n who could practically smell the wine bouncing off his mouth and into her air.

‘whoa, is this where arrax is?’ lucerys asked y/n who nodded—‘yes, he is here. so is silverwing.’ y/n commented as she looked around for her dragon.

her mother would say the two were born on the same moon, her being birthed and silverwing hatched. them having a unique bond with each other.

‘hm, i see no interest in dragons’ aegon mumbled to y/n who rolled her eyes—‘i know you love your dragon, your maids said so. how much you brag about how you got lucky with one as such’ y/n revealed as aegon stood up as straight as he could.

rolling his eyes before bubbling a laugh in his drunken state—‘little brother here is a late bloomer, hasn’t a dragon yet’ aegon teases as aemond rolled his eyes—‘vhagar is my dragon.’ he told.

‘but he is laenas—‘

‘she is dead..she is now mine.’ he told them as y/n felt a sort of clutch in her heart over the death of her step fathers late wife, laena.

‘don’t say that, you haven’t the right—‘

‘i’ll say what i want, you have no room to speak.’ aemond cut off jacaerys who grumbled. walking over to aemond and shoving him angrily.

‘jace!’ y/n yelled as she went to step forward to grab her brother. he yanked his arm back and dusted off his shirt as aemond stood up. groaning, y/n didn’t see the need to stay as she went to leave only to hear a thud on the ground, turning to see jacaerys was pushed—‘what?’ y/n was beyond confused.

‘don’t you ever touch me again!’ aemond yelled as he spat at jacaerys who grumbled—‘stop it you two!’ y/n yelled with her heart racing.

aegon went to grab y/n but yanked her arm—‘don’t! jace, come on, let’s just go back’ y/n begged her brother to stop at the two boys tussled, lucerys crying out as they aggressively threw each other around.

‘y/n! stop them!’ he yelled for her to help as she didn’t know what to do. going up to grab jacaerys by the wrist, she tugged him back before aemond could throw a punch to his face.

some scratches on aemond and jacaerys face that were exchanged from the two through the fight—‘enough! we are leaving’ y/n told as she started to walk with her brothers in both of her hands.

‘bastards.’ aemond grumbled. the room stilling.

aegon gasped a bit as she looked at y/n who turned slowly—‘what did you say?’ she dared.

‘you and your brothers are bastards! dark hair and darker eyes? don’t be stupid—‘ just then a punch was thrown making him stumbled back and fall with a grunt. y/n had picked up a stone and hit him with it.

aegon yelped—‘aemond!’ he ran over to his brother, who’s face started to bruise and bleed, feeling the anger for his brother and knowing he couldn’t do anything, he stood up, reaching for the knife in his pocket and slicing it across y/n’s face.

it marking a fine line over her nose and running through her cheek, screaming as she held her face in pain the boys screamed for her. jacaerys threw his body towards aegon as they fell and tussled.

two in pain, two fighting and one running to get his mom.

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in a room filled with nurses and parents, rhaenyra and daemon showed a bit later than the rest—‘my sweet!’ she yelled in worry, running to her daughter who had a white cloth held over her face that absorbed the blood.

‘mother’ she whimpers, her mom huggering her immediately—‘oh, it’s okay, it’s okay..what is the meaning of this?’ she stood, yelling at alicent and her sons who looked down at the floor, dirt on their clothes, aemond, a swollen eye.

‘your son, attacked mine—‘

‘no mother! they started it! he said something about laena—‘

‘only what is true! how can he be mad at that? for such a foolish reason’ alicent cut off jacaerys who grunted.

‘he called us bastards.’ y/n’s head pressed against her mothers hip to hold her head in her hand, soothing it. the words of which she spoke stilling the room.

‘what?’ rhaenyra mumbled, looking at aemond who grinned and aegon who looked away.

‘he did! he called us bastards and y/n helped us, she hit aemond and then aegon cut her face!’ jacaerys told the story as the bunch listened. aemond saying nothing but looking at his mother who shook her head and at y/n’s face which was ruined.

‘we will move past this…’ alicent told them while rhaenyra scoffed—‘it was my child who was stuck! under such matters for i will have his matters taken for this’ she muttered gasped a bit out of disbelief for things to be taken under any circumstances.

‘we will have no such thing…as your queen. you will leave at once’ was all she said before storming out of the room with her children, aegon, turning around and looking at y/n with sorrow and regret.

he knew what he’d done and every ounce of him hated himself what it, he hurt her and he did it under anger. he didn’t want anything to do with the situation but knew if he didn’t he’d be punished, cringing as the cloth was removed from her face and a small blood trickled down her cheek.

the last of the family was seen after that, they left that very night on dragonback, his father angry beyond belief. aegon she been in his room on his back, s shudder of a sigh to left himself as his tear soaked face glistened in the fire light.

looking down at the ring he’d picked for y/n hours before, planning to give it to her that day until things unfolded in a way he didn’t expect.

the memory of his father yelling in his face as his mother had grandfather stood as writers to the embarrassment.

turning over as more tears fell from his eyes he let out a cry.

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sitting in her room with her hands knitting the stitch on her lap. y/n has grew beautifully, her body forming just right, and her face scared. a faint tint of dark brown as the scar laid on her face, proof of past.

‘princess y/n, your mother wishes to speak to you.’ a guard walked into her room as she nodded. standing up and making her way out of the room and down the hall to her mothers chambers.

opening the door and seeing her mother with her step father daemon—‘yes mother?’ she mumbled.

rhaenyra turned around with her hand on with a stomach, expecting another child, reaching out a hand and her smile failing to stay, it faltering into a frown, y/n noticed and rushed to her mother—what is it ?’ she asked, worried.

rhaenyra let out a shaky breath and spoke softly—‘your grandfather has fallen extremely ill. and we are to set to kings landing, to support, and witness his last days, he is expected not to last much longer’ rhaenyra tried to explain as her voice shattered softly.

a slow tear running down her face as y/n whipped it. she was very aware of the bond between her and her father and how she lost her mother at a young age. y/n couldn’t imagine what it would be like if she were to be without her own mother.

‘of course…i will inform jacaerys and lucerys quickly’ she said giving her mother one last squeeze in her hand before leaving. the bunch packed what they needed and left for kings landing.

y/n feeling the air between her hair as her heart raced, thinking of the boy she left behind on bad terms, the boy who cut her face. aegon, one she’d thought she’d have no issue forgetting.

now a women rather than a child, she found it difficult to forget what they’d talked and shared about, the stolen glances and how she’d told him about him getting her a ring. she felt embarrassed, her dragon screeching out into the air at feeling what y/n felt, she patted her dragon's mane and shushed it.

when they landed, the bunch made sure they looked well and made their way to the front doors of rhaenyra’s childhood home. the large doors opening to present them.

‘princess rhaenyra, prince daemon and their children, princess y/n, prince jacaerys and prince lucerys!’ a voice boomed as the other family stood witnesses.

y/n could see how much older her uncles and aunt got. them not showing maturity as well, aemonds hair longer, his face slim, helaena holding her hands in front of her body and fiddling with her fingers, her hair braided back and her face full as well.

aegon; his hair still shoulder length as he looked a bit stunned, looking he rip and down as y/n did the same, she noticed his eyes training on the scar he made on her face.

the family speaking as they all acknowledged the fact rhaenyra father, the kind, was sickly and almost dying but staying as much as he could for his daughter. she asked to see him which alicent granted.

‘stay away, and awear.’ daemon told y/n who nodded. the adults talking to their kids before leaving them alone like those years ago.

them awkwardly looking at each other, the floor, the iron throne and the ceiling.

‘i will go to my chambers’ y/n told before she walked away from them all, aegon following her. aemond grumbled at this and looked at the velaryons who glared.

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closing her door and sighing she held her stomach as it seemed to grow tight, her heart racing as fast as ever at seeing him again. trying to calm down as she looked around the sudden noise of her door opening startled her.

seeing aegon she almost scoffed.

‘aegon, what is it you want?’ she asked with a stern voice.

‘i wished to speak with you—‘

‘about what?’ she cut him off. it almost reminded him of his mother who he was quick to forget about.

‘i wanted to um…apologize, to you…those years ago we were just kids, i didn’t think, i wasn’t thinking, and i regret what i’ve done to you.’ he told her with a low voice, the distance between them far enough as y/n looked down at the floor. she didn’t really want to forgive him.

but when he mentioned that they were kids and he wasn’t thinking prompted her.

‘we were kids..nothing to apologize about now. that was years ago—‘

‘yes but it haunts me to this day, i’ve woken and slept with the thought on my mind of how we left off..we were doing good, us being together—‘

‘aegon…please. forget about it.’ she begged, not wanting to talk about the past anymore, remembering how she was practically bullied as a kid before it fixed her fit face.

he mumbled something before he watched her turn away. he was happy she wasn’t telling him to leave but didn’t know what else do to, walking up to her slowly and placing a hand on her face making her slowly look up.

‘what…’ she mumbled as he studied her face. his eyes showing he’d been crying for what seemed like years.

they were a bit low, more than they were when they were little. her eyes however stayed the same, a bit more darker under her eyes but they were same shape.

she let him stroke his thumb over her scar he made as his breath shuddered—‘i regret doing this…it pains me to know i hurt you beyond repair.‘ he told her as she looked down and let her hand travel up his arm that held her, her hand holding his.

‘it is okay…’ she tried to tell him, her eyes blinking slowly. he let himself cry in her presence, his hands shaking as she held it in hers.

‘come here.’ she told him, pulling him in as he let his head fall between her neck and shoulder. his cries were muffled.

oh how he missed her, her smile she barely let show, the way they joked. the memory of when they were very small and she’d been unable to sleep without him until the age of five.

she held him in her arms as he let his arms tighten around her waist. her hand holding the back of his head to comfort him. as he sniffled a bit, he pulled apart, their noses touching.

he looked at her face and lips as she did the same to him, he hesitated before mumbling—‘kiss me…please?’ he whined a bit when she leaned in and closed the space.

the kiss gentle and sweet. savory, he held her face close to hers, desperation for more of her to touch him, she heard him whimper a bit when they opened their mouths and attached to one another.

he followed as she started to lead him to her bed and let him sit, her following and sitting on his lap.

as he started to kiss her more aggressively y/n followed, feeling him let go and kiss her neck, down to her bare skin that wasn’t hidden behind her dress. moaning as he sucked her skin he nibbled every now and again before grabbing ahold of her waist, turning her over so her back laid on the bed.

‘please…i’ve thought about this more than i should, you, the way you taste’ he emphasized before pressing his lips on hers, she whimpered and nodded in agreement, quick to please he kissing down her neck, chest and clothes stomach, going to the bottom of the bed, his knees in the floor in front of her.

pulling up her dress and kissing her legs slowly to absorb her taste, he licked slowly. from experience most would have moaned but when she didn’t he bit at her leg leaving her to gasp.

finally getting to where she needed, where he wanted to be, he licked a swipe before eating her, moaning loudly as she let her thighs hold themselves against his head, she let him please her.

him fretting his tongue where it needed to be to guarantee she got her finish. moving a finger up and over her pearl, he moved it in a manner that made her mouth fall open in pleasure.

‘aegon’ she mumbled, letting him know she was close, he continued his movements and soon felt and heard her moan in finishing. she smiled a bit at the high as he kissed her, then her thigh, her leg and her foot. working his way up to her lips.

tasting herself on his tongue and lips she hummed into the kiss.

reaching into his pocket as he mumbled against her lips—‘i’ve kept my promise.’ he told her. opening her eyes and seeing a ring that was beautiful.

gasping a bit she let them sit up in unison, her hand resting onto it as it rested between his fingers.

shaking her head in protest ‘i was only jesting, you didn’t need to—‘

‘i wanted to, for you’ he said softly, cutting her off as she smiled. letting him grab her hand and slip the ring into her finger as they smiled at one another.

‘are you betrothed?’ he asked after a bit of silence. she shook her head.

‘mother said i am to be on a wedding tour. i don’t know what to look for, you?’ she asked he shook his head and shrugged.

‘how do you feel about marrying me?’ he asked her, she looked up from the ring on her finger and looked between his eyes—‘you jest?’ she mumbled as she shook immediately—‘i do not…i mean it y/n.’

‘we were out in interest but it was denied, not we are older and looking to marry, they cannot deny us any longer.’ he told her at the memory of the table before the accident. y/n nodded at remembering.

‘but your bother—‘

‘i will handle it…i will speak to her myself. you to your mother as well.’ he told her

‘i don’t have a problem with it i suppose. nothing to complain about.’ the two smiled as they kissed one another once more.

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later that day y/n found herself in his mothers chambers. sitting down in the chair next to her with the fire set to warm the room.

‘queen alicent ? i wish to speak with you.’ she told. her looking up and at rhaenyra’s daughter with a straight face.

‘about what matters?’ she asked.

‘i am to marry…and i have thought of someone’ she told her—‘oh that’s good to hear, who'd you have in mind?’ she asked ready to judge.

‘you son, aegon.’ she almost fell back. she stuffed a small laugh and looked around the room at her father who’s eyes were wide—‘i will deny—‘

‘please…i will provide you fine heirs for the throne, and i will do as you ask. i will do as told, and i will stay out of the way. i only wish to marry aegon—‘

‘you cannot possibly give us anything. you a bastard and his “sons”, cursed with the blood of you? i would deny again.’ she didn’t hold back. y/n but her lip.

‘i am a velaryon, not a bastard. your son and the heirs will not suffer the consequences of my mothers actions and your blind sightedness, your tongue is as foul as your heart, you poison what you touch. i will not let you do that to aegon any longer.’ she told with confidence as alicent’s eye twitched.

watching as y/n walked away she didn’t know what she were to do, she didn’t know where she was going but she prayed not to her husband—quick to be feet, she went to his room only to be stopped by the guard.

‘i am sorry my queen, your husband is speaking on matters he wish you not to be present for.’ the guard told her, she winced and made her way back in her room.

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as y/n had talked to his mother, aegon was able to locate his sister. she was the chambers of his sickly father.

knocking on his door to speak with him and her on the matters of his wanting to marry y/n.

‘princess rhaenyra, father. i wish to speak with you, regarding my marriage’

‘yes…speak’ his father rasped out. aegon winced at the sound of his voice and cleared his throat turning to rhaenyra who was a bit lost to why he turned to her.

‘i wish to marry y/n velaryon—‘

‘pardon?’ rhaenyra mumbled as she let go of bet fathers hand who left upset at the lost but tried to pay mind to the conversation.

‘i’m awear of my past actions, and they haunt me to this day, i have made amends with y/n herself and she and i made an agreement to be married since we are both out to marry, soon. i hope that my apology and future actions will help your forgive me—‘

‘wait..you spoke to her, yourself?’ rhaenyra didn’t like the fact they spoke or was cent close to each other. he nodded—just before she could deny on all accounts y/n walked in and looked behind her and back to the room.

‘mother, grandfather’ she greeted, looking at aegon—‘aegon, i hope you know of the situation?’

‘yes i do and i am not happy with it, y/n. you know how i feel…how you felt.’ the thought of y/n feeling any other way to aegon made him sick to his stomach, turning and looking at her as her eyebrows raised a bit but her attention turned to her mother.

‘mother i have forgiven and made peace. please…don’t marry me to jascerys, i bed of you.’ she sat down next to rhaenyra who was lost and not wanting to agree, she looked at her father who seemed to slowly nod, he agreed with the marriage. rhaenyra looking back at y/n who’s eyes asked her with great measure.

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the marriage was set and passed, the king giving a yes, alicent fuming, stomping to his room she opened the door and watched as he turned around in shock, his clothes fit for the wedding, she scoffed.

walking forward and clapping his face as hard as she could to reflect her anger, his head turning before she grabbed his jaw and forced his face forward—‘you selfish child! your sister unmarried, you married to a bastard! you make me sick’ she seethed as she felt himself begin to cry, as she went to angry walk away he yelled.

‘i did as you asked! i do as you ask, i marry, i fight, i live. i do what you want and without a fuss. the moment i get something i want you, deny. i want this, for me! not for you, is that what makes you mad? that i have something of my own? unrelated to you?’ be mumbled as tears fell from his eyes, she listened and felt a ping in her heart for her first son, turning around slowly with nothing to say, she left, but before she did she mumbled.

‘you will birth a son.’ and shutting the door behind her. he let out a shattered sigh as he cried but tried to ignore it. y/n walking into the room just moments later, seeing him sitting with his head in hands—‘aegon?’

he turned immediately at the soft voice and let himself shake, she rushed to his side and held his head around his head, pressing his head against her stomach in comfort as he hugged her waist.

her body was his comfort, her whole life, was his sanctuary.

‘it is alright.’ was all she said, not needing to hear a story but knowing he needed her.

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the wedding went as planned, the newly married going to their room, their lips on one another, they were finding it difficult to keep themselves away from one another.

moaning and groaning into one another’s mouth, they stumbled onto the bed, y/n on top of aegon who’s had squeezed at her waist, he moaned sweetly as she did the same, her hips trying to find friction between the two.

‘my wife’ he mumbled before kissing her aggressively, she smiled and mumbled back—‘my husband, my king’ he groaned at his and went between the two, undoing his pants to free himself from the painful withhold of his dick.

she felt this and did the same with taking her dress off, her body bare and flushed against his, once the two of them were free of clothes, y/n placed herself back on top of him and he groaned.

‘is it your first time?’ he asked. she nodded, this making him place his fingers between the two and in her, she let her lips drop open slowly in pleasure and pain at the sensation.

‘i don’t want to finish like this’ she mumbled with a whimper at feeling how he was curling his fingers in her.

he shook his head and pulled his fingers out slowly—‘you won’t, i will be in you. to fill you, with myself’ he told her as she nodded, her hands staying above and on his chest to let him glide himself near her entrance.

gasping a bit, she let him push himself in and sighing, the two feeling each other become one. y/n tried to move but found it difficult him seeing his—‘don’t rush it, it will hurt’ she nodded and waited until she was ready before she began to move forward and back on him. he groaned and watched her move. their hips connected together.

he held her hand as their fingers interlocked she gripped them as she watched her hips move against him, moaning in unison. once he was close, one of his hands let go of her grip and held her waist—‘i’m close’ she mumbled her eyes closed in pleasure as all he could do was nod.

struggling to keep up as she finally reached her high, him following her quickly, them moaning together as he spilled into her.

leaning forward and keeping himself in her she laid across his chest, laying to catch her breath as he did the same.

‘you look beautiful’ he told her as she only smiled and laughed a bit.

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the two were successful in having a daughter and son.

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No invite to the Tree heist.. How rude…🎄

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Hi could I get some young aemond crushing on his non identical twin brother headcanons.

Thank you 😊

Young Aemond Targaryen crushing on his non identical twin brother

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You and Aemond were made for each other, you were one soul in two bodies made by the gods, why else would they have made you twins or at least that what aemond believed. 

In his eyes his twin was truly perfect and aemond was convinced that they would marry when they got older. 

He didn't like the thought of you or him marrying somebody else but each other.

Aemond was incredibly protective and possessive over you to the point where Aegon would make fun of him for it along with everything else he made fun of him for.

He would constantly try and impress you during training with ser Criston when you were both there.

He barely left your side most days, not that you ever minded, You would study high Valyrian and history together or he would come and ride your dragon with you since he did not have one.

Since you were his comfort/safe space He always came to you or Alicent for comfort after Aegon and the strong bastards made fun of him.

He both enjoyed the fact that you were affectionate with him and hated at the same time. He enjoyed/loved it since you were his entire world and he wanted your attention and affection however he hated it at the same time because it sometimes flustered him or made his heart race.

you had a habit of grabbing his hand and holding it when you were dragging him places to show him whatever weird or interesting thing you had found or when you were nervous you would hold his hand or link your pinkies together subtly for comfort which made him flustered but also incredibly smug that you felt comforted by holding his hand.

He would do anything for you, you only had to ask. If you asked him to sneak into the red keep kitchens with you in the middle of the night to sneak a few honey cakes, he would do it without hesitation.

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It's on sight.

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